Fight Club.
“I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation, pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need.”
J.M. Barrie: So did I. But in fact, she is, because she’s on every page of your imagination. You’ll always have her there. Always.
Peter: But why did she have to die?
J.M. Barrie: I don’t know, Peter. When I think of your mother, I will always remember how happy she looked, sitting there in the parlor watching a play about her family, about her boys that never grew up. She went to Neverland. And you can visit her any time you like if you just go there yourself.
Peter: How?
J.M. Barrie: By believing, Peter. Just believe.
(Source: freaking-meout)
“There is so much pain, you know? And I don’t know how to not notice it.”
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Stephen Chbosky
